Pig Pen
Standing naked in front of the mirror
Trying so hard to find the zipper on this costume
This fat suit!
This skin I'm forced to live in
So I can, finally, step out and set down
The burdens of the sins that my skin has committed
I look at my reflection in the eyes
"I really don't hate you - I just need space"
I need space from the very "thing" that I myself created
The fat little greed monster that eats attention like a snack cake
The same pathetic whore that confuses lustful affection for a tender, loving, heartfelt embrace
The very same ugly troll standing naked in front of the mirror
Copyright © John Kristopher Mathis | Year Posted 2019
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